I was acting sleepy. She said, Sir this lady would like to share blanket with you. I ready agreed and parted with half of it. She came inside and held...my right hand. I could feel her left boob. She pressed my hand on her boob.ME : Madam, you are making my rocket harder.Smita : Yes, because its time for him to fly.She slowly slid her hand down. She removed my belt buckle and zip in a flash. She unbuttoned my jeans too. My Cock was nice and hard. She slid her hand inside freed my cock from my. Her bra turned translucent with her nips aroused. A cruel cold breeze touched her again and ran shrill throughout her body.Yash grinned at her goosebumps and held her tight by her shoulders “enough of playing already, you need real meat”. “Yes, I need it, please take care of me.”He carried her like a mannequin in his arms and walked to the bedroom. He placed her carefully on the bed and removed his T-shirt. “Oh mine! You look so…”, before Riya could finish the sentence Yash shut her mouth by. Quickly my mother pulled down my pyjama bottoms. She gasped at the size of my erection, made a searching examination, then began to finger it gently. Within fifteen seconds I felt my ejaculation approaching and could do nothing to hold it off. It was like a strange dream, watching my own mother masturbate me. "Ready darling?" In response I gasped her name and gave a stifled cry. Sturdy and strong in her soft fingers, my penis tossed out a huge curling string of semen over two feet long which. .?Daniel, you are a little slut. Do you hear me? What areyou??Daniel shivered, feeling himself grow even harder, andpanted out, ?A little slut. I'm a little slut, Debra.?Debra brought her hand crashing down on the teenager'scheek. ?I told you that when I am disciplining you you call me Mother.Obviously that is too hard to remember, so we'll make it simpler. You will callme Mommy at all times.?Danny nodded, his hand to his slapped cheek. But, how couldcall someone who turned him on so.